those that are fight for right reasons
and against a countless enemy.
Like Thermopiles.
How i would like to be there,
to fight there,
to lie there in the home of the braves.
Not in that everyday bed of loneliness
with this fat heart of mine,
old and bored,
counting the days
one by one hidden in the chest of the days,
all of them the same.
Days that do not count.
Days that only are worth to be counted.
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